Page 23 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

CHAPTER 9

AIDEN

Jessa has been very…relaxed since she slipped from the backroom earlier with Cameron following behind her after a few minutes. Like I wasn’t going to notice they both disappeared at the same time. Or how they were in the soundproofed room together.

Brooks noticed as well, and I could practically feel his amusement and his fucking arousal in the air around us. I swear our woman is like a tonic. Just glancing at her has my heart pumping faster.

The only person who didn’t notice was Killian, which is fine with me. I don’t think we’re quite ready to make this thing public. I have no issue telling the entire fucking world. Killian is the one who opened the door in the first place since he’s now with a client. He’s not the only one with her either, considering there’s also his brother, Coyle, and another guy we haven’t met yet, Jude.

I don’t think he’d judge us. It’s not like he’d have a leg to stand on if he tried, all things considered.

I’m just holding out because I want us to be settled and for Jessa to fully embrace what she means to us before we let everyone in on it. There’s still a part of her holding herself back and while I understand it, I don’t particularly like it. Not to mention, there’s something kind of hot about this being a secret right now, like we’re breaking the rules when we really aren’t.

I don’t want her to ever feel like a dirty secret though. She might be a dirty girl and we’ll do some things to her that make her feel like a slut, but Cameron, Brooks and I know the truth. She’s ours and she’s perfect. When we call her a slut or a whore, they’re just words, ones which get everyone involved hot.

It’s not like I’d tattoo it on her like a fucking label. And if anyone else called her a slut or a whore, I’d track them down and give them the kind of pain they’d never forget.

We’ll let people know when she accepts that we aren’t just using her, that we want forever with her, and that our feelings for her run deep. Maybe when she agrees to move in with us.

We might be willing to steal her from the street to show her how good we can all be together, but moving in is something she’s going to have to decide upon without our influence. Even if it kills me. Well, maybe it will be without our influence. We’ll have to see.

I want to fall asleep with her in my arms every night and be able to roll over and slide into her whenever I want.

Even though the tension between us has been manageable the last few days since we took her to Club Sin, she hasn’t come back to our place. Not to hang out. Not to have mind numbing orgasms. Not even to fucking cuddle, which I never thought would be something I would yearn for in my lifetime.

But there it is.

When Jessa stands up and stretches, my eyes zero in on the way her jeans mold to her ass and I barely bite back a groan. When I glance at Brooks, he’s just as distracted as I am, but at least he’s trying to hide it. Cameron isn’t even fucking trying. He’s staring at her with unabashed heat and need.

It’s too bad they both have clients. Since I’m done for the day, I stand up and give Brooks a pointed look. He nods his head and then focuses back on his client.

I grab my coat and stalk toward Jessa as she pulls her bag out, her bulky coat already on, even though it does nothing to hide her delicious fucking body from me. I swear I can still taste her on my tongue and it’s distracting as fuck.

I slide right up behind her when she pulls her bag over her shoulder and press my front to her back. She stiffens like prey who isn’t sure if they should run or just accept their fate. She’s going to accept it.

“You’re coming home with me,” I whisper against her skin as I nuzzle her neck. I can feel her objections and cut her off before she has a chance to voice even one. “No, don’t even think about turning me down, pet,” I purr our nickname for her. “There isn’t really a choice here.”

Her shoulders don’t slump, but I can feel her acceptance. She looks over her shoulder at me, her big gray eyes full of excited trepidation. That’s fair and she should be a little wary.

With goodbyes said, I let her walk out in front of me, but the moment we’re out of sight, I place my hand at the small of her back and guide her. Her breathing becomes labored almost immediately and I can’t help but grin. This is going to be good. So fucking good.

I open the door of the SUV and watch with rapt attention as she gets in and buckles up before I go around to my side. When I’m buckled in and the heat is cranked up, I sit there for a moment to let everything heat up.

I don’t look at her, my voice even and calm, “Undo your jeans and push them along with your panties down to your ankles and spread your legs.”

She sucks in a breath, and I can feel her eyes on me, but I keep staring out the window. It’s only when I hear the zipper of her jeans that I chance a look at her out of the corner of my eye. She spreads her legs and I look down at her panties to see the staining there.

I grin, “Is that Cam’s cum?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

When I look at her face, her eyebrows are pulled together, and she looks uncomfortable and embarrassed. “Good,” I drawl and pull out into traffic. She fidgets in her seat, but she keeps her legs spread for me. “Your slutty pussy has been leaking his jizz for hours, huh?”

She swallows hard, her voice so low that I almost don’t hear it, “Yes.”

I reach over and rub her clit, loving the way her hips move along with my fingers. She grinds against me. Before she can get too turned on, I push two fingers inside of her and cluck my tongue.

“So messy,” I admonish her.

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